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The woman I shouldn’t have touched.

The woman I sure as hell shouldn’t have fucked.

The woman who is now looking at me with wide, horrified eyes—

Like she just figured it out, too.

Chapter 6 – Kenzie

Standing in front of me, behind a desk that should belong to literally anyone else, is him.

Grant.

The silver-haired, suit-wearing, hands-on-my-body bad decision of a man I was supposed to never see again.

And now?

He’s staring at me like he just saw a ghost.

Which, honestly? Same.

I freeze in the doorway, my heart doing something it has no business doing. Something fast. Erratic. Something dangerous.

I knew he was going to be here.

Jake told me days ago—new head coach, former NHL player, some big name from Chicago.

I heard it. Logged it. Told myself it didn’t matter. Because it couldn’t be him. It wasn’t possible. I would have known. I would have felt it.

Except—

Something had nagged at me for days. A feeling. A flicker of something I refused to name. A stupid, baseless instinct that kept circling back, whispering, what if?

And now? Now, every single cell in my body knows. Because the man standing behind that desk? Is the one who undid me in Denver. The one who made me forget every rule I’ve ever had. The one whose name I wasn’t supposed to learn.

And yet—

Here he is.

My stomach knots violently.

Holy. Shit.

Knowing it was him over the phone? Hearing my brother say his name like it was just another hire?

That didn’t prepare me for this. For the actual sight of him. For the way my entire body locks up at the realization that I didn’t imagine that night. That I didn’t dream him up in some whiskey-induced haze.

That the man who worshipped my body in a Denver hotel room is now standing in the coach’s office like he belongs here.

And now?

I have to pretend like none of it ever happened.

"Hey, Kenz, you coming?"

Jake’s voice snaps me back into my body so hard I nearly stumble forward.

Right. Right. Jake.

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